Community Lounge, Introductions and General Discussion Discussion, Post a Random Pic Thread in General Discussion; Originally Posted by Cadillac Kid03
Um......
International women's day is awesome, isn't it?...

Nope....that thing has sat there for 5 years....'89 735i. A friend of the guy who owns the house we were at came for a visit, couldn't get the car to restart, tore apart the dash to try to fix something, and left it to rot (great friend, eh?). The seats are in good shape, but the paint is shot on the roof and hood, the metal sunroof leaks, and the interior wood is toast. It also has 4 flat tires and the suspension is shot.

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Originally Posted by Cadillac Kid03

Okay one do you know these girls? Then no they do not deserve a day of celebration because most of em are not worthy of one.

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Originally Posted by cadillac kevin

Nope....that thing has sat there for 5 years....'89 735i. A friend of the guy who owns the house we were at came for a visit, couldn't get the car to restart, tore apart the dash to try to fix something, and left it to rot (great friend, eh?). The seats are in good shape, but the paint is shot on the roof and hood, the metal sunroof leaks, and the interior wood is toast. It also has 4 flat tires and the suspension is shot.

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Death has a very strange fascination with me.

(Incoming superstitious rant)

My religion and culture teaches that there are several Gods and as with so many such polytheistic religions, there are Patron/Patroness Gods/Goddesses for different people, typically linked with some sort of significance to when the individual was born.

A friend recently told me I "Had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century." But, if everything happens for a reason, it was by purpose I was born where and when I was, in spite of my lack of what is seen as "typical" nature* of the era. If there is a plan and things happen when they do for a reason, with people having particular Patron Deities whom they are essentially the "property" of, by the month, season, day of the week, day of the month, and even the year I was born, every single one of those was associated with one particular deity who, among other things, was known as the god of Death, essentially my faith's variation of Azrael, the Archangel of Death in Jewish and certain Christian folklore. A bit later in life, probably around ten or so, I that though every indicative key of when I was born pointed to one Deity, my birthday itself, being the specific date of the specific month, was also directly important and significant (culturally) to the same deity. So, I really never had a choice in which Deity was my Patroness and as anyone faithful in any religion should, I live my life in tribute to this. I don't go out and find these things, they come to me. If I stray from them, even by intent, they return. One could suppose there is a significance to this, but I really can't even begin to theorize. So, as we Irish are pale, dark-haired and we wear a lot of dark colours, usually black (insert your favourite childhood rhyme about an Irish woman and her choice of clothing here) and I, by pure happenstance, own a Hearse, I probably come off as a bit odd to some people.

Hell, I've even been called a "Goth" two-or-three times. Kids these days.

*Typical Nature. Though no one ever seems to be able to visualize it, I assure you, I am perfectly normal by the standard set by those I grew up with and around. There's a reason why all of the nice Hearses end up in Pennsylvania sooner or later. In contrast, the "Normal" people I see in Florida, Nevada or wherever else I see while passing between these places are to this day (with ten years passed since I left my home) possibly the most confusing people (by culture and habit) I have ever seen. I learn new and amazing things nearly every day. Things that are considered commonplace or knowledge and are seen as "typical" by most people I meet these days. The concept of a "typical" Suburban Neighbourhood still thoroughly perplexes me and when I first saw one (in Florida) it amazed me on equal square to the first time I saw all of the lights and tall buildings of New York City. Ten years later, I am less surprised by them, but still as much in wonder.